A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

har uski ladai mein

दोस्ती में हमने दोस्तो को नजराना पेश

Sometimes In Life

The world just sometimes feels like

I don't fit and don't belong,

And even when I

CHHOTA YE SANSAAR

गांधी, तिलक, सुभाष, जवाहर का प्यारा यह

Colours Of Life!! (on Holi)
A child is born in pink
a bundle of white fur deep in wink

plays with all the greens in pa

Storm Is Life
When it’s to rain,
clouds gather up in the sky.
So dark, mild, puffy and scary.
No place

Life in a Love
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world cont

A Broken Heart

How do I mend a broken heart?

My entire world has fallen apart.

How do I find hop

MERI KALAM OR DAWAAT

ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल

Lessons For Living

I see you looking at your children,

Wondering what their lives will be.

If you ve

HUM APNA RAQT CHADHATE HAI

अपना तन-मन-धन-जन-जीवन

माता को अर्पण